Update-update? Bebop-bebop!
Well, I know you I haven't updated in a while. I'm sorry. But this will have to do for now. I know you all love Bebop. I sure do. So, here. I'll make this public as I write it.
“Is that him, Jackson?”
“I’m running the ID now… Yeah. It’s him all right. Donald Anderson, you’re as good as caught. This will be one sweet fifty million.”
“Don’t get too cocky. There’s a reason why he’s worth fifty million woulongs.”
“You know, Tessa. You need to lighten up. This fool doesn’t know his ass from his elbows. Besides, you and I can handle anything.”
“All right, all right. Just take it easy, okay? Things go wrong sometimes. You know that. So don’t preach to me about what we can handle.”
“Stop worrying. Nothing is going to happen. This is just a routine hunt. Nothing to worry about.”
“Look, just cut the chatter and let’s get this asshole.”
The two ships headed towards the third. They were coming to the end of the hyperspace gateway, and they had to be balls-on accurate with their timing for the plan to work. Tessa slowly moved her ship in front of Anderson’s, and exited the gate. All she had to do was wait for Jackson to clear the gateway and then they could attack. The traffic in orbit around Mars seemed a little heavy for this time of day. That wasn’t good. If civilians got in their way, they could end up in jail along with their bounty head.
Anderson’s ship was the next out, but instead of following Tessa it immediately darted away from the traffic lanes.
“Fuck! Jackson, get out here! He’s running! Damn it, I didn’t know he had made us out yet!” Tessa turned her ship and kicked in the jets. Anderson’s ship was fast. Her engines would over heat if she kept pushing them like this. She tried a missile, but Anderson deployed some countermeasures. The missile took the bait and headed away from Anderson’s ship. She reminded herself to never buy wholesale again. Where was Jackson? He should have exited the gate and begun pursuit by now.
“Jackson! Where the fuck are you?”
“Tessa! I exited the gate and caught a tail! I can’t shake this guy! Looks like that asshole had an ambush waiting for us… Oh shit! I just ran out of countermeasures and this fucker’s got another lock on me! Tessa, listen to me. Forget Anderson! Get out of here! I’ll distract this guy. Damn it! There’s another ship! That bastard came out of nowhere! Get out of here now!”
“No! Jackson, I can’t leave…” There was a bright flash as Jackson’s ship destroyed by a barrage of missiles. The only thing left of Jackson’s ship was scattered cloud of cooling steal and shattered glass, trapped in an endless orbit around Mars.
“Jackson! No!” The only sound over the comm. was the crackling static.
* * *
“Spike, Faye, Ed, come and get it.” Jet placed a pot on the set table and removed the cover. Steam rose up from the hot brown liquid, carrying with it the refreshing aroma of a well, cooked stew. Spike was the first to arrive. He was still sweating from his exercise. He lit two cigarettes and tossed one to Jet.
“What? No, bell peppers and beef, huh?” Spike smiled.
“Nope. Home cooked beef stew. Just like ma used to make.” Jet grinned.
“What’s the occasion?”
“We just had a little extra cash left over from the last bounty head we pulled in. I figured that a monumental moment like that was cause for a celebration in of itself.”
“Very funny… You know any lack of funds we have is her fault. As soon as we get a little green, she’s off to the races to piss away our good fortunes. Not to mention having to feed three more mouths.” He took a long drag off his cigarette and let the smoke rest in his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling.
“Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me. I’ve got something for Ein too.” Ein’s ears perked up as Jet reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle. He removed the plastic, revealing a nice, big bone. He walked over to the welsh corgy and gave him a pat on his head as he placed the bone in the dog’s dish.
Faye steamed into the room dripping wet and shivering. She wrapped her robe around her tighter and charged over to jet, pushing spike onto a chair in the process.
“Jet, how many more times do I have to ask you to fix that damn thing? I swear, if I have to take one more cold shower, I’ll…” Jet cut her off before she could finish.
“Faye, if you want to live here, that’s the price you pay. Besides, Spike and I don’t seem to have a problem with it.” Faye sniffed the air and looked at Spike.
“No, I’m sure you two don’t. When was the last time either of you took a shower? I like to stay clean. You boys may be able to go without showering, but it’s just not possible for us girls. Cleanliness is next to godliness, you know…”
Ed popped up from behind the couch and did cartwheels around the room.
“Clean, clean, fresh and clean. When she’s not, Faye-Faye is mean!” She ran over and jumped onto Spike. He grunted in surprise, while she sniffed the air around him.
“Dirty, smelly, yuck, yuck…” She lunged off him and crashed on the couch. There was a grumbling sound from her stomach and the stew caught her attention. She grabbed her bowl and lifted into the air.
“Food for Ed?” She gave Jet a puzzled look, as if to say, ‘what’s the occasion?’ Before Jet could say anything the monitor lit up and the familiar tune of ‘Big Shots’ rang out. They had long since asked Ed to program the monitor to turn on at this time. Everyone’s attention shifted away from the food and to the show.
* * *
The logo flashed across the screen, and Punch and Judy rode onto the set atop a stagecoach.
“Greetings, buckaroos. We’ve got sad news for all you cowboys out there.” Punch removed his hat and placed it on his heart. Judy followed suit. The set faded to black leaving a spotlight on the duo.
“Fellow cowboy, Stone Jackson was killed on a routine wrangling. Let’s take a moment to mourn his passing to that big ol’ cattle drive in the sky.” The set lit up again after a few seconds, and Judy wiped away a tear.
“Wow Punch, that’s the seventh one this month.”
“I know. It’s dangerous to be a cowboy now, much like the old west. But, shucks-howdy, its time to get back to the bounty. This bounty head is an old one. It seems that our ol’ friend Attler Anderson is still on the large, and his bounty has doubled.”
“Wow! One hundred million woulongs... For one man?” Judy gasped.
“Yep. He’s wanted for murdering 7 cowboys, 3 security guards, and robbing the Mars branch of the Inter-solar Bank and Trust. And get this… He’s a former Cowboy himself!”
“A former cowboy turned cowboy killer? Sounds dangerous to me, Punch…”
“Oh, it is. Be careful out there cowpoke! This little doggy is sure to be trouble.” The screen went black and the crew looked at each other.
“One hundred million woulongs? This is too good to pass up! What do you say, Jet?” Faye couldn’t hide her excitement. Even split three ways, the reward would take a sizable chunk out of her debt.
"No way! It's too risky..." Jet closed his eyes and crossed his arms, his trademark pose when he didn't like the way things were going.
"Risky would be not going for it. It's just too good to pass up," Faye complained. She needed the money badly and if lunkhead and the stubborn old goat didn't help her, she would do it on her own. One hundred million divides up nicely when it’s only split one way.
"Weren't you listening? This guy's dangerous. It doesn't take a genius to see that the are against us. It's simple arithmetic. Face it, Faye. The deck is stacked on this one," Jet objected.
"Not if we're the ones stacking the deck," Spike chimed in. He lit another cigarette and put his feet up on the table. That kind of money was not easy to pass up.
"One hundred million woulongs... It does have a nice ring to it, eh Jet?" He exhaled a soft gray cloud of smoke, which quickly dispersed into already hazy air. Jet let out a low grumble, signifying his defeat.
"Fine! If you two want to go off and get yourselves killed, be my guest! But count me out! Jet stalked out of the room. Faye let out a sigh of disappointment.
"Geeze! What a grump! That stubborn bastard knows just what to say to kill a girl's fantasy..." She turned around and stomp off to her room, stealing Spike's cigarette as she went.
Spike liberated another cigarette from it's pack, and lit it. He took a quick drag and eyed the still steaming beef stew.
"Heh... More for us Ed." Spike smiled as he began spooning the now cooling liquid into his mouth. Ed lifted Ein into the air so she could address him face to face.
"Does Ein want some too?" The dog dropped his bone and replied with a yap. Ed dropped him on the table in front of Faye's bowl.
"Faye-Faye doesn't want... So Ein can have it!" Ed giggled as Ein began greedily lapping all the tasty juices up, and promptly did the same with her own bowl. Ein's ears perked up and he jumped off the table. He picked up his bone and was back in his former spot on the ground just in time to see Faye walked back into the room fully clothed, or as fully clothed as she was going to get.
"I forgot how hungry I was..." She picked up her bowl and started eating.
"Uh, Faye..." She turned and shot a look at Spike that sent a shiver up his spine. Faye had the affect on him.
"What do you want!?"
"Nothing..."
"God, you're a lunkhead!"
"Yeah." Spike grinned as Faye wolfed down the rest of her delicious stew.
* * *
Ok, that was it. Part 1. I'm making tiny tiny adjustments to it, but thats how it will start. The Bigshots episode needs some small tweeking.
“Is that him, Jackson?”
“I’m running the ID now… Yeah. It’s him all right. Donald Anderson, you’re as good as caught. This will be one sweet fifty million.”
“Don’t get too cocky. There’s a reason why he’s worth fifty million woulongs.”
“You know, Tessa. You need to lighten up. This fool doesn’t know his ass from his elbows. Besides, you and I can handle anything.”
“All right, all right. Just take it easy, okay? Things go wrong sometimes. You know that. So don’t preach to me about what we can handle.”
“Stop worrying. Nothing is going to happen. This is just a routine hunt. Nothing to worry about.”
“Look, just cut the chatter and let’s get this asshole.”
The two ships headed towards the third. They were coming to the end of the hyperspace gateway, and they had to be balls-on accurate with their timing for the plan to work. Tessa slowly moved her ship in front of Anderson’s, and exited the gate. All she had to do was wait for Jackson to clear the gateway and then they could attack. The traffic in orbit around Mars seemed a little heavy for this time of day. That wasn’t good. If civilians got in their way, they could end up in jail along with their bounty head.
Anderson’s ship was the next out, but instead of following Tessa it immediately darted away from the traffic lanes.
“Fuck! Jackson, get out here! He’s running! Damn it, I didn’t know he had made us out yet!” Tessa turned her ship and kicked in the jets. Anderson’s ship was fast. Her engines would over heat if she kept pushing them like this. She tried a missile, but Anderson deployed some countermeasures. The missile took the bait and headed away from Anderson’s ship. She reminded herself to never buy wholesale again. Where was Jackson? He should have exited the gate and begun pursuit by now.
“Jackson! Where the fuck are you?”
“Tessa! I exited the gate and caught a tail! I can’t shake this guy! Looks like that asshole had an ambush waiting for us… Oh shit! I just ran out of countermeasures and this fucker’s got another lock on me! Tessa, listen to me. Forget Anderson! Get out of here! I’ll distract this guy. Damn it! There’s another ship! That bastard came out of nowhere! Get out of here now!”
“No! Jackson, I can’t leave…” There was a bright flash as Jackson’s ship destroyed by a barrage of missiles. The only thing left of Jackson’s ship was scattered cloud of cooling steal and shattered glass, trapped in an endless orbit around Mars.
“Jackson! No!” The only sound over the comm. was the crackling static.
* * *
“Spike, Faye, Ed, come and get it.” Jet placed a pot on the set table and removed the cover. Steam rose up from the hot brown liquid, carrying with it the refreshing aroma of a well, cooked stew. Spike was the first to arrive. He was still sweating from his exercise. He lit two cigarettes and tossed one to Jet.
“What? No, bell peppers and beef, huh?” Spike smiled.
“Nope. Home cooked beef stew. Just like ma used to make.” Jet grinned.
“What’s the occasion?”
“We just had a little extra cash left over from the last bounty head we pulled in. I figured that a monumental moment like that was cause for a celebration in of itself.”
“Very funny… You know any lack of funds we have is her fault. As soon as we get a little green, she’s off to the races to piss away our good fortunes. Not to mention having to feed three more mouths.” He took a long drag off his cigarette and let the smoke rest in his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling.
“Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me. I’ve got something for Ein too.” Ein’s ears perked up as Jet reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle. He removed the plastic, revealing a nice, big bone. He walked over to the welsh corgy and gave him a pat on his head as he placed the bone in the dog’s dish.
Faye steamed into the room dripping wet and shivering. She wrapped her robe around her tighter and charged over to jet, pushing spike onto a chair in the process.
“Jet, how many more times do I have to ask you to fix that damn thing? I swear, if I have to take one more cold shower, I’ll…” Jet cut her off before she could finish.
“Faye, if you want to live here, that’s the price you pay. Besides, Spike and I don’t seem to have a problem with it.” Faye sniffed the air and looked at Spike.
“No, I’m sure you two don’t. When was the last time either of you took a shower? I like to stay clean. You boys may be able to go without showering, but it’s just not possible for us girls. Cleanliness is next to godliness, you know…”
Ed popped up from behind the couch and did cartwheels around the room.
“Clean, clean, fresh and clean. When she’s not, Faye-Faye is mean!” She ran over and jumped onto Spike. He grunted in surprise, while she sniffed the air around him.
“Dirty, smelly, yuck, yuck…” She lunged off him and crashed on the couch. There was a grumbling sound from her stomach and the stew caught her attention. She grabbed her bowl and lifted into the air.
“Food for Ed?” She gave Jet a puzzled look, as if to say, ‘what’s the occasion?’ Before Jet could say anything the monitor lit up and the familiar tune of ‘Big Shots’ rang out. They had long since asked Ed to program the monitor to turn on at this time. Everyone’s attention shifted away from the food and to the show.
* * *
The logo flashed across the screen, and Punch and Judy rode onto the set atop a stagecoach.
“Greetings, buckaroos. We’ve got sad news for all you cowboys out there.” Punch removed his hat and placed it on his heart. Judy followed suit. The set faded to black leaving a spotlight on the duo.
“Fellow cowboy, Stone Jackson was killed on a routine wrangling. Let’s take a moment to mourn his passing to that big ol’ cattle drive in the sky.” The set lit up again after a few seconds, and Judy wiped away a tear.
“Wow Punch, that’s the seventh one this month.”
“I know. It’s dangerous to be a cowboy now, much like the old west. But, shucks-howdy, its time to get back to the bounty. This bounty head is an old one. It seems that our ol’ friend Attler Anderson is still on the large, and his bounty has doubled.”
“Wow! One hundred million woulongs... For one man?” Judy gasped.
“Yep. He’s wanted for murdering 7 cowboys, 3 security guards, and robbing the Mars branch of the Inter-solar Bank and Trust. And get this… He’s a former Cowboy himself!”
“A former cowboy turned cowboy killer? Sounds dangerous to me, Punch…”
“Oh, it is. Be careful out there cowpoke! This little doggy is sure to be trouble.” The screen went black and the crew looked at each other.
“One hundred million woulongs? This is too good to pass up! What do you say, Jet?” Faye couldn’t hide her excitement. Even split three ways, the reward would take a sizable chunk out of her debt.
"No way! It's too risky..." Jet closed his eyes and crossed his arms, his trademark pose when he didn't like the way things were going.
"Risky would be not going for it. It's just too good to pass up," Faye complained. She needed the money badly and if lunkhead and the stubborn old goat didn't help her, she would do it on her own. One hundred million divides up nicely when it’s only split one way.
"Weren't you listening? This guy's dangerous. It doesn't take a genius to see that the are against us. It's simple arithmetic. Face it, Faye. The deck is stacked on this one," Jet objected.
"Not if we're the ones stacking the deck," Spike chimed in. He lit another cigarette and put his feet up on the table. That kind of money was not easy to pass up.
"One hundred million woulongs... It does have a nice ring to it, eh Jet?" He exhaled a soft gray cloud of smoke, which quickly dispersed into already hazy air. Jet let out a low grumble, signifying his defeat.
"Fine! If you two want to go off and get yourselves killed, be my guest! But count me out! Jet stalked out of the room. Faye let out a sigh of disappointment.
"Geeze! What a grump! That stubborn bastard knows just what to say to kill a girl's fantasy..." She turned around and stomp off to her room, stealing Spike's cigarette as she went.
Spike liberated another cigarette from it's pack, and lit it. He took a quick drag and eyed the still steaming beef stew.
"Heh... More for us Ed." Spike smiled as he began spooning the now cooling liquid into his mouth. Ed lifted Ein into the air so she could address him face to face.
"Does Ein want some too?" The dog dropped his bone and replied with a yap. Ed dropped him on the table in front of Faye's bowl.
"Faye-Faye doesn't want... So Ein can have it!" Ed giggled as Ein began greedily lapping all the tasty juices up, and promptly did the same with her own bowl. Ein's ears perked up and he jumped off the table. He picked up his bone and was back in his former spot on the ground just in time to see Faye walked back into the room fully clothed, or as fully clothed as she was going to get.
"I forgot how hungry I was..." She picked up her bowl and started eating.
"Uh, Faye..." She turned and shot a look at Spike that sent a shiver up his spine. Faye had the affect on him.
"What do you want!?"
"Nothing..."
"God, you're a lunkhead!"
"Yeah." Spike grinned as Faye wolfed down the rest of her delicious stew.
* * *
Ok, that was it. Part 1. I'm making tiny tiny adjustments to it, but thats how it will start. The Bigshots episode needs some small tweeking.